Devils make brew

When pawned souls drink stiffest:
Postpartum;
I swill dark mash from tubs
nursing from tundra
See entry: plains, swamp, lapse
You—
breathe it too, like  
water

With out flinching, static
the Cogs or cash/coin
tips; have our way with them;
     Just these ghosts and I
Taking out swine—ten potato
then a decade, moving on,
leave the underworld tapped

surface & repeat